Best Gilding Poems
Starlight pierces ebony,
above sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams soften the scene,
gilding Night with golden light.
Donning a crystalline dress,
Nature's a picture of grace.
And draped in feathery down,
She's frozen in time and place.
Billions of snowflakes gather
on bare branches, where they freeze.
And subtle features get carved
by the breath of a sharp breeze.
The wind does not blow enough
to dislodge the sticky snow.
And the laden branches bend;
bowing impossibly low.
Cold casts its enchanting spell
in the throes of Arctic chill.
And silence imbues magic
to Winter's artistic skill.
Categories:
gilding, beauty, imagery, nature, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
They soar through space-scapes of
divine milky whorls and blue halos;
incandescent dandelion wishes
blown across nocturnal fields -
illuminating the imaginative expanse
between eternities of cosmic dark ages and light years
are fiery pixies burning holes through obscurity
with passionate gold dust gilding awe -
souls arising fulfill their destinies
Susan Ashley
August 13, 2019
Categories:
gilding, beauty, destiny, heaven, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Feeling smug about its certainty,
Night anticipates the Day's demise.
And as scattered shades of gray gather;
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.
As twilight creates a stained-glass sky,
a scarlet sun reluctantly sinks.
And night dilutes the essence of light,
scribbling silhouettes in blackened inks.
Vermilion colors the horizon
as flashing fireflies light up the night.
And dusk creates magical moments;
choreographing their dance with light.
Darkness descends like a shroud of smoke,
snuffing out the last lingering light.
And in the fabric of time and space;
stars confetti an ebony night.
A golden moon pools in the heavens;
gilding ripples in a wishing well.
And silence mutes the beat of two hearts
held captive in love's hypnotic spell.
Categories:
gilding, beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
Nature imbues a prairie Spring
with color's majestic splendor.
And Spring's pathway gets dappled with
purple pigments and puce pastels.
Tepid Chinooks melt mountain snows
that feed meandering rivers.
Forming long lazy loops that snake
across an emerald grassland.
A rising sun erases night
with a sense of hope and magic.
And gilding the edge of darkness,
Dawn heralds day's resurrection.
A watermelon horizon
marks the birthplace of a new day.
And pink, cotton-candy clouds float
upon a sea of vermilion.
Reminiscent of paradise,
the wildflowers are in full bloom.
As their purple petals open,
basking under indigo skies.
Categories:
gilding, beauty, color, flower, imagery,
Form:
Blank verse
Fall's colorful leaves are most appealing to me,
Gilding the hillsides with gold, touching every tree.
Hay rides on a wagon bed add to Halloween fun,
Impossible not to enjoy the painted setting sun.
Jack O' Lanterns carved from pumpkins collected.
Kinships are kindled by new friendships connected.
Leaves keep drifting down in a soft familiar way.
Memories flood back in sweet years of yesterday.
Neighbors sipping cider with the affection of friends
Offering to help each other before the season ends.
Prayers said together keep those tornadoes at bay
Quelling any fears that severe weather storms will stay.
Rain adds a heavenly petrichor refreshment to the fall
Sustaining earth to give rebirth, reviving one and all.
Trees greet autumn sun as they kiss leaves goodbye
Until cold north winds usher snowflakes from the sky.
Veils of frost begin to turn the landscape snowy white.
Winter waves her magic wand bringing dazzling delight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
9-5-16
Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Merryman
Categories:
gilding, autumn, friendship, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Galloping within the nights of her innocence
he raced around the field fire chasing the heat of equine glee,
the horn of his head, a wizard's weapon and a witch's wish
with which a poison may be whimpered and youth enriched with longer laugh,
rose gold gilding on the supernatural spike ribboned with ribs of silver spells,
sensing the magic of her intuitive love the beast of God's bridge halts,
her eyes pretty in patient approach, his alert with admiring admonition,
they tresspass upon each other by exhalation of warm airy awe
whirling from their mouths, measuring the elation of frienship newly carved,
although invited to mount, the Maiden rubs her chin along his velvet nose,
fingers glide through the mane like breeze through willow branches, he huffs from joy,
in a gesture of supplication she kneels to the Unicorn's lead leg, one arm around
and a hand of healing pressed against his ripened chest, be restless and alone no more,
nibbling her ear in acceptence she giggles at the thought of adventure's anxiety,
leaping like an angel possessed with purpose for playful liaisons,
his back forming a saddle of supple security for her healthy frame, they join naturally,
she names him Azyerbel and he rears in rejoice at the grip of her knees,
riding into hinterlands of history unborn, they share courage known only to legends -
J.A.B. written in honor of, and for PD.'s Unicorn Birthday Contest 2012 -
Happy Birthday my Sphinx -
Categories:
gilding, fantasy, birthday,
Form:
Epic
Jan's spouse said she's gilding the lilies
For treating herself to new frillies
All the neighbours got hot
When they saw what she bought
And that really gave Jan the willies!
Categories:
gilding, funny, giggle, humor, lust,
Form:
Limerick
In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of the mental unconscious mind, then free fallen into
The waves of insecurity, rescued by mine own self
Sustaining life preserver, called survival.
Line by line I’ve written into my life journal, leaving a
Legacy behind me worth preservation’s finest gilding,
Bound are these pages of mine existence with love,
Tenderness, and freshly cut rose petals, of remembrance.
Reflected in the cover of my life book, are the joyous
Faces of those whom loved me beyond words of
Expressions comprehension, without emotions tears
For they celebrate my life, not with sorrows regrets
But with prides respect and honor.
Through hell’s fire I’ve rambled and traveled, being
Tested by friend and foe alike, but I’ve lifted myself
Beyond the flames of reality, bathing within the warmth
Of a divine faith of loves power everlasting.
I’ve been given the spark of the eternal, it breathes
Within me, it drives my spiritual being, to over come
Ignorance, intolerance and ambience sloth of spirit.
At times I’ve been tempted to dance, against the flame
That flickers in the night, teasing me, taunting me,
To choose wrong or right, but mine feet stood stead
Fast, yielding only in my secret world of dreams escape.
Yes I’ve mused amongst the fantasy realm,
Flying, soaring into the abyss of illusions mirrors,
Clashing as a bird smacking at the glass of reality,
But I’ve awakened wiser, a soldier better prepared
For the battle known as life.
In this journal I bequeath all that is the best of myself,
To those for whom I’ve touched, and in memories moments
Of stilled realization that I’ve gone, dare let no tears blind
Thine vision let no words of sorrow spill from your trembling
Lips just do me the one last favor for which I ask of thee,
Simply look upwards, and smile.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
gilding, adventure, art, history, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb -
sending a tremor through my soul...
marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring
i watched you through a veil of wind-blown hair
and tried to ignore the yearning sighs of the
blood in my veins,
and the keening of a heart that was broken -
that, seeing you, healed briefly -
only to fracture again every time you turned away
you were fatal...
i knew this in my marrow, even as i stared,
riveted, at your cherub's innocence,
suffocating, slowly - sweetly -
in the decadent gold-striated hazel of your
hawk's eyes
you were a killing blow out of the blue,
and once again i was lost...
"angel" i wanted to cry, "angel, ask my name..."
but, naive as Adam, you lost yourself in the bustle
and sand-blasted clamor of your clawed companions...
bereft i hovered, a lonely kestrel riding the chill wind
of your ignorance...
a single tear slid down my cheek;
oh i would have impaled myself on a thousand spears,
if it would only make you run to my side
and scoop me into your bronze embrace
but time slid by and planets shifted -
the day's end drew near...
desert dunes dissolved into the hazy purple of night,
and i was forced to say goodbye;
to pretend love at first sight was just a giddy adolescent joke,
and that your image wasn't tattooed on my heart
in blood and fire...
only then, as my soul swelled with the bitter bile of
disappointment, did you turn and behold
the torment of your beauty written on my face...
boyish, innocent, your eyes clashed with mine -
and melted my core to lava -
and gave my battered heart wings;
clipped wings perhaps, but wings nonetheless...
you smiled, a saccharine-coated admission of acknowledgement,
even as your eyes stabbed cruelly, violated my bruised soul,
and the sun set at your back -
gilding you in demonic flame...
and in a blazing flash, that was it, the die was cast,
reeling, bleeding, i broke our searing gaze;
'angel you may be, my oblivious love,'
i thought as i walked away
'but devil you are for wounding me this way -
and never even knowing my name'
Categories:
gilding, angst, lost love, loveme,
Form:
Free verse
dancing aspens sway
shedding their golden sequins
gilding forest floors
9/14/2019
Categories:
gilding, autumn, tree,
Form:
Haiku
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each milky balloon
Red velvet gown swaddling paps so roon
Silver, monogrammed broach cresting over satin plume
Golden necklace the antechamber doth groom
Lilac perfume from each tendered Liily doth fume
Plowing through the quilted morass so carefully strewn
O'er snowy plain with sculpting touches tenderly prune
Nurturing each crevice; in your fecund valley swoon
Watching in rapturous chorus each mound bloom
With fertile lips I pollinate each riveted loom
From each rendered nipple a sweet nectar I exhume
Categories:
gilding, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Mister Elvis Presley
Sang his songs expressively
In Aloha From Hawaii,
He sang them just for me, aieee!
I was 15 when he sang just for me
Straight from Hawaii via TV,
My heart skipped a beat,
I jumped from my seat,
His music had changed my reality.
Elvis has now left the building,
Gone is the music and gilding;
He died much too young,
How many songs left unsung?
Categories:
gilding, 10th grade, memory,
Form:
Clerihew
When Moonlight...
When moonlight paints night silver and ivory light drips from leaves...
When moonbeams glide on water's tides, a platinum kiss on midnight's cheek...
When ebony skies sprinkle glitter on Claire de Lune's sleepy eyes...
When moonglow flows like satin gilding night in pale shimmer...
When moon stars blush in amber hush of star flung serenades...
I embrace the mystic glaze then gaze transfixed into midsummer blue.
6-25-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem No. 9
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
gilding, moon, night,
Form:
Rhyme
I went for a walk through the woods, like I do each Fall;
for it's a sensual treat at this time of year.
And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees,
shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves;
gilding the ground, like scattered nuggets of gold.
The air smelt of Autumn, an earthy-sweet musk;
cool, crisp, and invigorating.
A chattering chipmunk scolded me incessantly:
as I neared a knurled stump, it was guarding;
loudly chastising me for invading its space.
The ground crunched and crackled under my feet,
as I walked on a bedding of filigreed leaves;
resembling a golden fleece.
As brisk breezes rippled through swaying treetops:
their bare branches rattled like skeleton bones.
Indulging my inner child, I fashioned an Autumn Angel;
spreading and swiping my arms and legs,
I sculpted an Angel out of leaves instead of snow.
And I lay there awhile smiling, soaking in Nature's magnificence;
immersed in the grandeur and beauty of Fall.
Categories:
gilding, autumn, beautiful, beauty, change,
Form:
Imagism
Low in my eyeline
extruding flat silhouettes
gilding in relief
Categories:
gilding, autumn, sun,
Form:
Haiku